The Shocking End of Happy 1st

Taylor and I headed back to Indiana, stopped to pick up some groceries then headed home. Taylor’s birthday will be here in just weeks (we’ve already cried about it so now I’m just trying to figure out how to make it easier), so I am putting together two photo albums of just her and her dad. I told her that the photo print sale was ending, so IF I had time when we got home, I needed to finish scanning in her baby pics then run up to have them printed.

That’s when the twist came into play.

If you remember I told you about the 40+ women’s group that I had finally met up with and went kayaking. It just so happened they had made plans to go to the Dunes the same day as Taylor and I and were going to hike 3 mounds. I had already made plans with Taylor, I just thought it was cool that we all were on the same page.

When Taylor and I got home we watched Archie’s favorite show, Psych, ate some of his favorite snack foods (pizza rolls and chocolate–maybe bbq tomorrow :0) ), brewed coffee, and I scanned pictures–for hours. Taylor fell asleep. I rushed out of the house at about 8:30 knowing I needed to get these pictures ordered. About an hour into downloading, I realize I am not going to get this done. Hrumph. It’s now 9:40 and I wonder if Taylor is still up and worried or if she’s gone to bed. I check my phone to see if there’s a message.

There is…but not from Taylor. There is an invitation to a Tribute for one of my fellow 40+ers for her first gallery event, titled “The Art of Nature”.

Wait…I’m confused.  A tribute?

The message goes on to explain, “I am sorry that I have to inform members of our group who were not hiking with us today that our friend passed away today after becoming ill on the trail.”


This gallery event was this woman’s first, her very best work over the years, and she was so excited. It opens tomorrow…but she passed away hours before admittance. I don’t even know if she was ill. I am reeling. On the day we remember Arch, someone else unexpectedly joins him. I could have been there instead of with Taylor, celebrating Arch. My head is in a fog. Whaaaat?  I’m sitting in front of the this photo machine when suddenly I jump to my feet, knocking my media onto the floor. I blink slowly. Why does it seem like the earth stopped moving? HOW does this make sense? We aren’t a bunch of 95+ people, for crying out loud, but we are dropping like flies!

Job 14:5 “Our time on earth is brief; the number of our days is already decided by you.”

Obviously I’ve made it home, still numb. I needed to…wait…WHAT do I need to do? I start praying. I don’t even have the words. They kind of come out like,”Please Lord, help me, just please help me,” only in repetition.

Life is short–sooo much shorter than I ever imagined. What if today were MY very last day? What then? What NOW?

No regrets or excuses. No hiding. No bubble wrap.  I have to make it count.

It could also be yours… .

Joshua 1:9  “I’ve commanded you to be strong and brave. Don’t ever be afraid or discouraged! I am the Lord your God, and I will be there to help you wherever you go.”

Until tomorrow dear friend: Make today count as if it were your last!





3 thoughts on “The Shocking End of Happy 1st

  1. So sorry about your new friend. Indeed a rough way to end a day that was already difficult. Continuing to pray for you and Taylor every day. Love you lots.

  2. I think to many of us do not take a moment and reflect on the life you’ve been given. With its curves and dips, twists and turns, have you said, God, where are you? I have come to realize he’s always been right there, waiting for you to whisper his name.

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